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it was a friday night and i wanted to go out to a brand new club in town, a discotheque i’d heard about through a friend of mine, who told me the place was a circus act for sure, and then we rolled up and saw koopa working at the door! he waved us in and we randomly met the mr. hannibal lector; he was handling records in the dj booth, asking which was the best selection to make an impression on the wicked witch of the west. and the witch was booty-dancin’ with manson and gannon, right next to side show bob being shot from blackbeard’s cannon. that’s when i knew that tonight i’d be chillin’ up in the dance club, partying with all these villains.

i can’t keep partying ’round. keep partying ’round. keep partying, partying, partying. i can’t keep partying ’round. keep partying ’round. keep partying with all these villains. all these villains. all these villains. all these villains. all these villains.

catwoman and harley quinn, i swear i saw those hoes kiss, i laughed at jason voorhees rockin’ glowsticks. and dr. octopus was also getting physical with ursula; the two were making out and touching tentacles. then voldemort greeted vader with a fist pound; they were checking out mystique’s *ss next to chris brown.

chris brown??? somebody needs to throw that guy out of the club, seriously!

and megatron, he was getting it on, he was drawing a crowd, and they were calling out loud like: “go megatron! go megatron! go megatron! go megatron! go megatron! go megatron! go! go! go! go!” i looked up and saw venom doing jager bombs on the ceiling. that’s when i knew that i’d be partying with all these villains.

i can’t keep partying ’round. keep partying ’round. keep partying, partying, partying. i can’t keep partying ’round. keep partying ’round. keep partying with all these villains. all these villains. all these villains. all these villains. all these villains.

that’s when i saw her there, from across the room: poison ivy doing jell-o shots with dr. doom. like the eye of sauron, i couldn’t look away. and she was with some joker – the dude was probably gay. and patrick bateman p*ssed us shots of vodka, me and jabba tossed them back like “oooga chaca!” i pushed elmer fudd out of the way, so that i could get closer, and i don’t mean to be a predator, but i got to get at her. freddy used his claws to open up chardonnay, i grabbed a gl*ss and walked up to her like “yo, pardon me.” i took her home, and she and i spent the night chillin’ up in the bedroom partying with one hot-*ss villain.

i can’t keep partying ’round. keep partying ’round. keep partying, partying, partying. i can’t keep partying ’round. keep partying ’round. keep partying with all these villains. all these villains. all these villains. all these villains. all these villains.